The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:44am
The Shimmering
The Shimmering —
how can I write enough?
The Dazzle has Me caught
in The Sublime
of My Place
My View
My Completeness
The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm
I can watch The Sun go down
in The West
over prehistoric islands
then I can watch It rise
in The East
over My Favourite
Ocean
The Hawk Deck 9:11am
Each sunny morning
now in The Spring
I take My Banana
to The North East Corner
of Our Property
to a bank
where I dumped My Dead X-Miss Tree
& toss The Peel
below My Feet
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:57am
Silver reaches Me
gleaming off The Sea
into My brilliant little kitchen
Silver is My Foundation
from My Shower of Silver Lights
I have grown
into Its Representative
and I will carry samples
of Its Refinement
wherever I shall be
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am
My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting
still EXISTS
albeit underground
in two unwieldy bundles
somewhere within the confines
of The Orangetown Dump
in Rockland County, New York
where I grew up
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:37am
The Sun is somewhere
behind The Fog
I see the murky Silver
of sky and sea
I see The Price
of Gigantic Bars
fluctuating on
My Computer
Screen
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:56am
I see the waves breaking
out past My Neighbour’s Barn
The Sky is grey
and I can hear
The Hawk Beach Waves
when I open the kitchen door
to let out a cat
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:51am
I see The Silver Streaks
again
across My Silver Sea
I see The Halos of Light
again
throughout My Lashes
framing My Sight
and signifying
The Day of Good
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:12am
I stand in The Warmth
of Silver Sun Light
beaming through My Window —
last night We fought —
or I did —
but got up for coffee
anyway —
and anyway
I’m all right
Joanna Gilman Hyde 